This site, Armored Ladies, features venturesome spirits who dare the rough and tumble while protected in armor of the medieval style. As they don their armor, they enter the world of chivalry, and are transported to Avalon.
In Avalon, Lord Richard maintains Castle Blackguard and sees to the ladies needs. The armor they use is stronger that steel and a fifth the weight. The special alloy, discovered by Reifenstiehl in Pennsylvania, was loudly ridiculed when the claims were published. The elderly metalsmith had, by mistake, omitted two pages in his treatise. Indeed, the published findings led others to failure. The smith withdrew to his monastic-like cell.
Lord Richard, then an architect, drew out the smith with the promise never to reveal the true formula and methods. The armor created for our heroines saves their day, for Avalon is under attack. The Queen, Britomartis has passed without a successor. In this magical place, the goddesses of the Tor worry, for without the Queen, they have no temporal agent. However, recognizing Richard as a positive presence, they do confide. Unfortunately most of the confidences and suggestions zip by his un-tutored head. Still, he tries.
Of late, a minor figure from the international underworld lays siege to Avalon. He is on the outs with his former bosses, and needs a place to hide. Where better than fabled Avalon, a place not found on any map, a place of uncertain time. To the desperate thug, his weapons melt before he gets close.
Fabled indeed.
NOTES:
The name 'Avalon' is probably an English corruption of ancient French 'avalonne', meaning apple. Apple trees abound in and around Avalon.
Arthurian legends swirl in western England near the town of Glastonbury in Somerset. There is an ancient tower set on sloping rock known as the 'Tor'. Nearby are the Mendip Hills with karst topography and undermined by numerous caves. Perhaps one is the cave of Merlin. To the south, farther yet, is the Salisbury Plain with Stonehenge monoliths. How can there not be goddesses (morgens) forcing the seasons and hearts of men in such a splendid and ancient setting?
Go there with an open mind.
In Avalon, Lord Richard maintains Castle Blackguard and sees to the ladies needs. The armor they use is stronger that steel and a fifth the weight. The special alloy, discovered by Reifenstiehl in Pennsylvania, was loudly ridiculed when the claims were published. The elderly metalsmith had, by mistake, omitted two pages in his treatise. Indeed, the published findings led others to failure. The smith withdrew to his monastic-like cell.
Lord Richard, then an architect, drew out the smith with the promise never to reveal the true formula and methods. The armor created for our heroines saves their day, for Avalon is under attack. The Queen, Britomartis has passed without a successor. In this magical place, the goddesses of the Tor worry, for without the Queen, they have no temporal agent. However, recognizing Richard as a positive presence, they do confide. Unfortunately most of the confidences and suggestions zip by his un-tutored head. Still, he tries.
Of late, a minor figure from the international underworld lays siege to Avalon. He is on the outs with his former bosses, and needs a place to hide. Where better than fabled Avalon, a place not found on any map, a place of uncertain time. To the desperate thug, his weapons melt before he gets close.
Fabled indeed.
NOTES:
The name 'Avalon' is probably an English corruption of ancient French 'avalonne', meaning apple. Apple trees abound in and around Avalon.
Arthurian legends swirl in western England near the town of Glastonbury in Somerset. There is an ancient tower set on sloping rock known as the 'Tor'. Nearby are the Mendip Hills with karst topography and undermined by numerous caves. Perhaps one is the cave of Merlin. To the south, farther yet, is the Salisbury Plain with Stonehenge monoliths. How can there not be goddesses (morgens) forcing the seasons and hearts of men in such a splendid and ancient setting?
Go there with an open mind.